[Verse 1] I keep the names like pressed leaves in a book Some held my hand, some never learned to look A summer that ended, a spring that stayed A door in my mind I was scared to fade [Pre-Chorus] I can miss what might have been And still let the thaw begin [Chorus] Every season has its reason Every branch lets go in time What was ours has had its season What was not was never mine I turn my face toward the morning Let the old fields rest behind Every season has its leaving And a road that can be mine [Verse 2] There was a winter of almost and wait A handful of chances that came too late I bless the soft things, the truth they gave Then leave their shadows beneath the wave [Pre-Chorus] I can honor where we’ve been Without asking back again [Chorus] Every season has its reason Every branch lets go in time What was ours has had its season What was not was never mine I turn my face toward the morning Let the old fields rest behind Every season has its leaving And a road that can be mine [Bridge] No blame in the frost, no debt in the bloom The roots keep their wisdom; I make them room [Final Chorus] Every season has its reason Every branch lets go in time What was ours has had its season What was not was never mine I turn my face toward the morning Let the old fields rest behind Every season has its leaving And a road that can be mine
